Erosion

Strolling aimlessly down the street
I heard bells tolling in a distance
Plumes of holy smoke rising
obstructed my sight for an instance

A crowd of people, young and old
cramming up the narrow road
A group of men in saffron robes
chanting hymns in praise of God

With great regards they spoke of a man
of superior knowledge and power
sent to this earth by the God supreme
to fulfill the needs of the hour

At the center of the giant crowd
I saw the Saviour seated on a throne
People punching and pushing each other
talking of him in a revering tone

The Messiah was nonchalant
as if ignorant of this procession
He was sitting, eyes closed
engrossed in some heavenly discussion

His loyal disciples were on the move
collecting gifts in large bins
People obliged them happily
hoping deliverance from their sins

I wiggled my head in disdain
for the foolish people on the street
Inviting anger and disgust
in this awful summer heat

On the other side of the road
sat an old woman dressed in shreds
begging for food and money
but her cries didn't turn no heads

I could not help but laugh
at this voracious display of devotion
while the Prophet was grinning shamelessly
at our society's intellectual erosion